The story of Dr. Mark and Mr. Dark

I shall not speak the truth

"How is she?" the late Mr. Emmersen pleaded, grabbing the arm of the physician, wanting to know the current mental, and physical state f his recently injured daughter. Stopping in his tracks, "For now, her current physical state is deteriorating, at a substantial rate, as for her mental recovery, " the physician breathed in, creating more tension, "we shall have to see, science has not come that far my good man" he completed, patting Mr.Emmersens right arm, reassuring him in a kind matter before walking to the door, before stopping, turning to face Emmersen, "Anything that may look out of the ordinary, don't hesitate to contact my home in need of my assistance." lastly the Dr smiled, exiting the room. 

A flush of frustration rushed over Mr.Emmersen, "Pish, I shall contact Mr. Fischbach myself, he will be more of help to us than that shameful atrocity to the sciences of a man." The man mumbled to himself.

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"Shall she be fit and healthy for when she awakes?" Mr. Emmersen consulted Dr. Fischbach, currently just finished observing Miss. Octavia. Professionally. "Aye, Miss. Octavia shall be full of health by the time she regains consciousness" the Dr smiled reassuringly, "May I ask, by which previous 'Dr' came to aid miss Octavia?"  Clearing his throat, Mr. Emmersen claimed his answer "The previous physician that came to aid my daughter, his name was to go the ways of a Mr. Scott Williams, I believe so," "Hardly a professional physician  my books, claiming to be of great importance to the college of science, beheld in London, pish what a atrocity of a man to the art of sciences" Mr. Emmersen ranted, "Indeed, he is n need of anointing if I do say so myself" the two men chuckled, "now, from a professional point of view, you, my good man, may leave the room, I'm sure a  great man of your importance has many things on his mind," the Dr requested. "ah yes my Fischbach, that reminds me, I do have some unfinished land estate's that need my attention, thank you Dr" Mr Emmersen thanked his friend, "anytime, now, you mustn't tarry. with a quick of two glances between the two men, Mr emmersen took his leave as for Dr. Fischbach, keeping his stay in the room, situated with Miss Octavia, continuing to observe her health.

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"Rapid heart palpitations, primarily caused by stress or shock, mainly both by the incident at hand" the Dr mumbled to himself, taking notes of miss Octavia current health. 

Short, rapid breathing could be heared from the half closed mouth of the young girl, bringing immedient attention to Mr. Fischback. Rushing over to her, holdng his hands either side of her face, sweat dripping from her forehead, suddenly her eyes shot open, her face full of shock as a long, relieved yet stressfull breath was released from her body. "Miss, Octavia, are you alright?" Mark responded to her suddden reaction. Her eyes widening at the sight of Mark. Full of fear. 

"No, no....Get away from me, you devil!" she huffed, attempting to scream but appearing to have no energy in the heat of the moment. Causing Mr. Fischbach to stand back from her sudden opposement. "Miss, I'm trying to help you" Mark held his hands out in peace. Her body shook vigarousely, "M-Mark?" she attempted to respond. Side-cocking his head to the right in confusement, "Yes? are you aware of what happened, of who attacked you?" he breathed, slowly walking towards her. 

"I-I am aware of who attacked me, yes. i-i am" Octavia stated. "And, who ay be the man or woman who attacked you?" Mark asked, sounding like an inspector.  

A few shakey breaths escaped her lips before turning her head in direction of Mark, "You" she concluded, Bringing fall to the Dr's mouth 'Common hysteria?' the Dr thought to himself, attempting to rationalise the situaton.  "What on God's earth do you mean that it was I that attacked you?" "You shouldn't draw the long bow m'lady" Mark completed. 

The girl bretahed a chuckle, "Dr, you must believe me. You and I was sitting peacefully against a tall tree, aside a beautiful lake where we discussed our lives, a date if you will, where suddenly you attacked me, " Octavia paused, touching her bruised neck, "where you began to strangle me" her eyes watered, leaving out the "intimate" part of the event, Mark rushed towards her, hushing her toughts, "You must believe me, that was not I. If it was me, then i do not recall the events of what happned of that day, which concluses" the Dr paused, standingup from his knees, making a pop, "We have an imposter in our mists."

Clearing her throat, "Will the Police be needed?" Octavia asked the man. "The needen't be our help, for we need the help of an inspector," He said before giving a calm smile to the girl. "I need not to tell them" Octavia procalimed, "What do you mean?" 

"I shal not speak the truth."